RosePetalLex
Hmm.. ok. They didn't save my life. I never needed to be saved, although I did have a bad patch when the music HIM and MCR made was all I listened to, they are very good. I can't wait to see them again.
But we must realise that even though we love the band, we can't let it control our lives and become too dependant upon them.
Make no mistake, they are awesome, and I'm not making fun at all. It's just strange for me to hear that somehow they have saved your lives....please explain??
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xxx Lex xxx heart heart heart Personally for me I was going through a really rough time for my senior year of Marching Band. It was my last season and I basically got shafred; I was suppose to be section leader but he made the other senior girl it and me assistant (for reasons I still don't know...she came in Spohemore year, I came in Freshman year but that's besides the point. I was better qualifed too.) After that, only 4 of those 110 people actually talked to me and treated me like a human being. I'd get nasty things whispered about me behind my back because I really liked the Marching Instructor Alex (they called me a whore...considering I never have even kissed anyone yet or really flirt at all it's hard to be called that.) I was the best marcher in the band..and this junior flute player would always try to correct me, but she was all wrong...and then acted like a b***h when I told her she was. Finally, after a while of that grueling summer camp I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't tke the feeling of being in a room with 110 people andfeel utterly alone. So, I decicded to kill myself that night after my parents and my siblings went to bed...I loved my family and all of my friend (who weren't in Band) but the pain was too much for me to handel. I was either going to overdose on my anti depresants, or slit of wrists. After rehearsal that ay and a shower my sister asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her; I thought it would be nice to spend my afternoon with her because it mightv'e been my last. One thing about my sister is, she hates playing the music loud in her car so she can talk. On the way there "Welcome to The Black Parade" was on (93.3 was playing the singal months before the CD came out) and she pumped up the volume and said really wuick, "You listen to this song, it's important."
so I did.
It made me feel really stupid about myself and about what I was going to do...I don't know if it was the whole Marching Band motif to it, but I connected with that song. And I know for a fact that if I hadn't heard that song that day...I wouldn't be here anymore.
And that's how My Chemical Romance saved my life.
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